Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The Rose Stone family may lack wealth and cultural refinement, but compared to 99.9% of the people of Shangchao, they are definitely not short of money.

Even someone like Fagas could live quite comfortably under the protection of his family. If he were willing to lower himself and stroll around the city where ordinary people lived, whistling frivolous tunes at pretty young girls on the street, dozens of virgins would be sent to Fagas's room by their parents the next day, just to get a ticket to become a member of the family.

Sure enough, the moment Komi pressed the button on the automatic stone gun, Fagaz's expression became quite interesting. His plan to smear Komi had failed silently.

Fagaz swept his arrogant gaze over Komi and Ishida. When Komi's cold gaze made his heart tremble uncontrollably, he roared in a fit of rage, "Charge! Break their limbs! I'm going to take them back and raise them as human pigs!"

"Ahhh!" Thirty to fifty people charged forward while roaring. Gu Jian could tell at a glance that these people were not strong in combat; they were just fighting wildly with a lot of brute courage.

What's also noticeable is malnutrition; their pale faces have an unhealthy pallor, indicating that these people haven't had a proper meal in a long time.

There are plenty of people who have never had a full meal.

Komi narrowed his eyes and drew his longsword. He wouldn't show much mercy to these people who each had their own troubles. After witnessing the deep-seated contempt that the Upper Nest people held for the Lower Nest people, he found it hard to feel any sympathy.

If these people were given the chance, Komi had no doubt that he and Stone would be killed silently and then burned to ashes.

"Stone! Smash them all away! Then we'll go find Sergeant Miyan!"

"Yes, sir!"

Stone roared and followed closely behind Gu Jian. The combined power of the two of them overwhelmed the larger number of thugs in an instant.

A shovel swung diagonally toward Chao Gujian's head, but missed him and was instead deflected by the longsword onto another thug.

Blood and brain matter splattered, and the sound of bones cracking resonated deep within the heart.

With a single sword strike to the throat, the thug collapsed, coughing and spitting blood.

Unlike Komi's well-structured and highly agile swordsmanship, Ishi's chopping style focuses on head-on collisions and strength against strength.

The longsword, designed for slashing and thrusting, was like a warhammer in his hands; the intense clanging of metal against metal could even knock weapons from the hands of thugs.

After killing and wounding seven or eight people, the mob formed by the starving Shangchao people showed signs of disintegration. Those in front retreated as they saw how fierce Komishi was, while those behind, who had not yet seen the situation clearly, kept pushing forward.

The two opposing movements made the scattered troops even more chaotic, making the battle between Komi and Ishida easier.

Chapter 10: The Rose Stone Family is in Big Trouble!

"Oh my god!" Someone shouted first, and the thugs ran back crying and screaming.

From the initial fierce charge to the sudden collapse of the team, it only took a few seconds. Fagas, who was quite adept at managing interpersonal relationships, simply couldn't understand how thirty or fifty people could be driven back by just two people.

He looked ferocious, drew his sword, and pointed it at the fleeing rioters. "Don't retreat! Don't retreat! Kill those two lowly people! Kill them!"

Nobody listened to him, and even when Fagas offered to increase the reward to 500 Throne Coins, no one was tempted.

"Damn it! A bunch of cowards! A bunch of useless trash!" Fagas cut down two of the nesters, then immediately ordered the patrolling soldiers around him, who were actually his servants, to charge into battle.

The servants had no choice. Even though they were terrified by the horrified expressions on the thugs' faces and their morale was completely shattered, they still stepped forward tremblingly, trying their best to recall the combat skills they had learned.

However, last-minute cramming was useless. Komi kicked a patrolling soldier away, and the soldier crashed against the wall, vomiting and unable to move for a long time.

The longsword cleaved through the patrolling soldiers' barely-there armor, and the bloodstains and excruciating pain terrified them so much that they immediately lay on the ground, howling in agony.

In the end, only Fagas remained. Instead of running away from Komi and Ishida, he charged forward, brandishing his magnificent longsword inlaid with rose quartz.

It must be said that Fagas's swordsmanship is quite good; he must have had a special coach training him. However, in Komi's eyes, his swordsmanship is as crude as a child wielding a wooden stick.

He didn't even use the blade, but only the hilt to strike Fargas's wrist, the excruciating pain causing him to drop his weapon.

Koji wasn't going to let him off so easily, so he swung his fist and punched Fagas hard in the waist and abdomen, sending him flying against the wall before he stopped.

Fargas trembled all over, vomited up his own digested food, and was completely unable to continue fighting.

Hearing footsteps, he looked at Gu Jian and Shi Tou with a pale and slightly frightened expression, and hurriedly said, "Heh...heh...you have succeeded in the trial! You have succeeded in the trial! I will keep my promise and let you join the Rose Stone family as security guards! Just think, what a great improvement this is, from a lowly miner in the lower nest to a family security guard that even commoners in the upper nest would envy."

Gu met him expressionlessly, then simply asked Shi Tou, who was standing to the side, "Shi Tou, do you want to be a security guard?"

"No." Stone shook his head quickly. "I want to be a communications soldier."

"The answer is clear now, Commander Fagas." Komi stared at the disheveled Fagas, his face filled with only a chilling, murderous look.

This lowly commoner wants to kill me!

Fagaz realized this, and a fear he had never experienced before gripped his heart and soul, chilling his body to the bone.

He flashed a perfectly ingratiating smile, the kind he only showed when meeting people of higher rank, and said in a fawning voice, "It was just a little joke, I don't think you'd take it seriously, right? Haha! These kinds of little jokes are all the rage in Shangchao lately, really."

Seeing that Komi still didn't react, Fargas's expression changed again, reverting to the ugly face that Komi was familiar with, fully revealing his deep-seated disgust for Komi and Ishida.

"Come on! You two lowly commoners! Go ahead and kill me! Let me tell you, my family has installed a life tracking device in my body! As soon as I die, my family will receive the message, and then not only you, but even that 88th Mobilization Corps you mentioned will be wiped out under my family's management!"

Gu Jian couldn't tell how much of the threat was genuine and how much was feigned, but he certainly knew he couldn't kill Fagas with his own hands. However, just because he couldn't kill him didn't mean others couldn't. He had plenty of ways to make Fagas and his family pay a heavy price.

He punched Fagas in the face, knocking him unconscious. Koji searched through the severed body and found a piece of soft metal.

The longsword cut and carved, and the stone looked on with curiosity.

Within seconds, a delicate little amulet, resembling a chaotic eight-pointed star, appeared in Koken's hand.

Komi had reservations about creating this eight-pointed star, after all, the evil gods and demons in the Warhammer world were too wicked and difficult to deal with, and they would take advantage of any moment of carelessness.

But upon closer examination of some of Warhammer's settings and stories, Komi felt that the Chaos God's hand wasn't as long as imagined.

If even the slightest contact could lead to corruption, then the people of Kadia, who have to be constantly watched by the Eye of Fear from childhood, have not collectively rebelled.

If the corruption of chaos is all-pervasive, then why are so many rituals and blasphemous artifacts needed before a demon can enter reality?

It was just an eight-pointed star, and it wasn't even made to look like one. It could only make people who knew a little about the subspace nervous.

What about the trouble that follows? If a Chaos Amulet is found on Falgas, will interrogating Falgas bring trouble upon myself?

No, we need to make Fagas look sinister, ideally so that there's no need for interrogation, and that he'll be met with immediate destruction the moment we see him.

Having made up his mind, Gu Jian laid Fagas flat on the ground, pressed the amulet into his hands, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and then instructed the stone to move several severed limbs of the corpse over.

"Why is that?" Stone asked. Gu Jian naturally couldn't answer the truth, so he could only say, "Look how much these Shangchao people like cleanliness and tidiness. If he woke up and found himself covered in filth, he would be so angry that he would just die."

Stone thought Komi's words made sense, and with great enthusiasm, he moved over several corpses and placed them next to Fagas as Komi instructed.

Koji stopped there, not daring to add anything more to Fagas, fearing he might actually be building some kind of evil altar.

He fired his sidearm into the air, then carried the stone and hurried away from the dark alley, heading into the lower lair as fast as he could.

Covered in blood, they didn't take the main road, but instead found an abandoned sewer and groped their way forward in the stench.

Five minutes later, Fargas slowly woke up from his coma. He smelled a strong stench of blood and felt nauseous. He held back from vomiting.

When he discovered that Commissar Tran was staring at him coldly with a group of soldiers, Fargas was overjoyed and pounced on them as if he had seen a benevolent magistrate.

Instead of comforting words from Commissar Tran, he received a cold command: "Fire."

Several fire dragons spewed out, instantly filling the alley. All the corpses and filth were incinerated. Fagas only howled for two seconds before falling silent.

Commissar Tran stared expressionlessly at the black ash scattered on the ground, then pulled out a walkie-talkie and said, "The Rose Stone family is suspected of having ties to dark forces... Yes, yet another one."

Chapter 11: Refugees of the Bottom Nest

"Honestly, I thought you guys weren't coming back." Sergeant Miyan took his laser pistol back from Komi and said with a satisfied smile that he had completed the mission.

Komi responded with a similar joke, "I thought that after we finished reporting the battle situation, Sergeant Miyan and the rest of the soldiers would be eaten up by the orcs."

"Hahaha." Sergeant Mi Yang laughed, patting Gu Jian on the shoulder and saying that the kid's mind really works fast.

The battlefield was much tidier than when Komi left. The corpses had been moved and burned, and the scrap iron plates torn from the orcs had been reused as armor for the soldiers, either by binding them with wire or by welding them directly to the original armor.

This upgrade seems a bit odd, but it's all worth it as long as it improves combat effectiveness.

The unstoppable giant orc who was eventually killed by Koji was also put to use. He was hung up and tied to a pillar by the crowd. His massive body would intimidate the other orcs and make them think twice before they acted.

“We also found a walkie-talkie in the orc corpse, but we don’t have a mechanical priest with us, so we can’t use it.” Mi Yang said, pointing to a bloodstained walkie-talkie on the table. She was helpless against the uncooperative nature of the mechanical spirit inside.

Gu Jian's eyes darted around, and he asked Mi Yang if he could check the condition of the walkie-talkie.

Mi Yang raised his eyebrows, quite surprised by Gu Jian's mechanical talent.

Koji gently stroked the walkie-talkie, and when he pressed the switch, there was no electrical sound to start it. He patted the side and back of the walkie-talkie, and finally, under Mi Yang's surprised gaze, he opened the battery cover and held the heavy battery in his hand.

"It seems you have no choice either..." Before Mi Yang could finish speaking, he saw Gu Jian put the battery in his mouth and bite it with his teeth.

"What are you doing?" Mi Yang's tone was more accusatory. In her eyes, Gu Jian's behavior had nothing to do with appeasing the machine spirit. It was a pure blasphemy against the machine spirit and the sacred machine. If a mechanical priest saw Gu Jian's actions, he would kill Gu Jian in the name of the God of Machines and transform him into a machine servant to atone for his sins.

Koji acted quickly and with relatively light force, fearing that the battery might explode with a crack while he was biting it.

The battery was shoved back in, and the walkie-talkie was snatched away by Mi Yang. She put her hands on her hips, pointed at Komi, and said, "Listen, Lieutenant, I know you miners are uneducated and don't understand the working principles of the Machine God's creations, but I must tell you, your actions have violated the tenets of the Machine God's cult. If you want to remain a living lieutenant, don't continue to offend the machines in this way."

Gu Jian pursed her lips, putting on a careful and aggrieved look, and then, taking advantage of Sergeant Mi Yang's inattention, reached behind her and pressed the switch.

With a click, a faint electrical sound suddenly came from inside the previously lifeless walkie-talkie. Upon hearing it, Mi Yang's anger turned to joy, and he subconsciously said, "It actually works?"

"Knock and bang, that's the experience of old miners." Gu smiled, looking confident and in complete control.

Mi Yang was incredibly surprised by the so-called experience of these veteran miners. She thought to herself that she should put away her arrogance towards these dark-skinned miners. With a smirk, she turned off the walkie-talkie to conserve the battery, which was difficult to replenish. "Although it was a success, don't be too proud. I turned a blind eye this time, but don't do it again next time."

"That depends on how urgent the situation is. If it's urgent, I think I'll use my teeth to massage the machine spirit."

A commotion arose from the darkness, and all the soldiers immediately prepared for battle, gathering around the trenches and bunkers to await the enemy's arrival.

Are they orcs? That's quite a coincidence.

Komi followed Mi Yang quickly to the front line, where, with the help of an industrial-grade searchlight, he spotted the enemy in front of the position.

They're not beastmen, but calling them humans doesn't quite add up either.

If the dark, clumsy appearance of the lower nest dwellers disgusted the upper nest dwellers, then the presence of the lower nest dwellers could give the upper nest dwellers nightmares for days on end.

The mutant tribe, these pitiful yet terrifying creatures, stood before Komi. Their weapons were even more dilapidated and imaginative, with each mutant wielding a different weapon—a fighting style usually seen only among orcs.

The reasons for their mutations are complex. It could be due to the extremely harsh environment of the Underhive, leading to genetic mutations, or it could be due to flaws in the genetic engineering carried out by humans during the Golden Age. In any case, mutants are considered unclean by the Empire, and everyone has the obligation to cleanse these mutated monsters for the Emperor.

Komi feels a certain sympathy for mutants; it's a luxury and tenderness that people growing up in a peaceful era inevitably possess.

He felt a little sympathy, but mutants wouldn't consider Komi, whose arms and legs were in normal places, as one of their own. He was very clear about this, and to ensure his own safety, he had no hesitation in killing off the entire mutant tribe in front of him.

In Warhammer, you have to be ruthless when necessary and lenient when appropriate.

Being too harsh or too lenient will not end well. The former will gradually degenerate without realizing it, while the latter will have a hard time ending well due to the omnipresent malice.

Sergeant Miyan observed through her binoculars. She roughly estimated that the mutant tribe in front of her was about the same number as them. If they were to fight head-on, they could win with fewer casualties by relying on their repaired positions.

The only thing to watch out for are the warriors in the mutant tribe, those strange guys who are over three meters tall, as strong and muscular as bulls, but with heads only the size of birds.

These warriors didn't look very smart, but being unintelligent didn't mean they lacked fighting ability. If they charged forward with the support of their troops, protected by those three to five centimeter-thick iron shields, a bloody close-quarters battle would be inevitable.